


Fake it till you make it.

by LittleDanvers



Category: Women's Soccer RPF
Genre: F/F, Fake Dating, Mistletoe kissing, Trope trope city, bed sharing, it’s basically a hot mess, my soft soccer gays, snow day having, sweatshirt sharing
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2018-12-08
Updated: 2018-12-08
Packaged: 2019-09-13 23:25:47
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 9,169
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16901790
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/LittleDanvers/pseuds/LittleDanvers
Summary: Tobin accidentally tells her mother she’s dating Christen and the only logical thing to do is spend the holiday together pretending to be girlfriends, right?





	Fake it till you make it.

**Author's Note:**

> excuse this hot mess it would not leave my head till I wrote it down.
> 
> Side note: this is a world where Christen made the NT straight outta Stanford so our girls are in their early 20s

“Have I told you that you’re my favorite roommate?” Christen is sitting cross legged on the hotel bed while Tobin gently cradles her hand, “the absolute best!”

 

“What about me?” Kelley asks with disbelief on her face and hands planted on her hips.

 

“Like I said, Tobin is my absolute favorite roommate ever.” Christen’s heart flutters at the smile that’s tugging on Tobin’s lips. “How’d you get so good at this anyways?”

 

“I have a steady hand and two bossy older sisters.” Tobin says with a shrug.

 

Christen inspects her nails and they look amazing, “I’ll have to thank them for that sometime.”

 

“Why don’t you ever paint my nails when we room together?”

 

Tobin turns her head to look at Kelley, who is currently riffling through a suitcase that is definitely not hers being as this is not her room, “you’d never sit still long enough.”

 

“True.”

 

Christen laughs at Kelley but it dies so quick in her throat when Tobin’s bright eyes meet hers and she starts to blow lightly against Christen’s fingertips trying to aid the drying process.

 

The jarring ring of Tobin’s phone breaks the moment and has Christen looking over Tobin’s shoulder to the dresser top where Tobin’s phone is.

 

“Cindy’s calling!”

 

“God Kel, don’t call her that.”

 

There’s exasperation in Tobin’s voice and Christen is pretty sure this isn’t the first time she’s said those words to Kelley.

 

“Mrs. Heath is calling, _better_?”

 

“Nope.”

 

Kelley’s already cradling the phone in her hand, finger swiping across the screen to answer, “Mrs. Heath, hi—yeah, it’s Kelley.”

 

Christen smiles as Tobin ignores Kelley in favor of dipping the brush into the nail polish once more before swiping it in a sure stroke across her thumb nail.

 

“Oh she’s been ignoring you has she Cindy?” Kelley’s eying Tobin now with a great big grin, “all because you have a nice young lady to set her up with over Christmas break?”

 

“ _Oh_ _god_ — _no_!”

 

Christen watches as Tobin lunges off the bed towards Kelley, but damn— Kelley’s fast and she’s already hopping over the other twin bed and fending Tobin off with a curling iron she swiped from the suitcase beside her, jabbing at Tobin like it’s a sword.

 

“She volunteers at your church? That’s lovely.”

 

“Kelley I swear to god—“ Tobin’s trying to grab the curling iron or the phone or any limb of Kelley’s she can get her hands on but it’s not working.

 

“She’s already turned down three other blind dates you’ve tried to set her up on?” Kelley’s eyebrow arches as she smiles slyly at Tobin, “hmmm that’s definitely one possibility Cindy.”

 

Christen has to stifle a laugh as Tobin launches herself at Kelley, tackling the girl down on top of the suitcase as she grabs the phone from her hand, “mom no, I can’t.”

 

Kelley wriggles free, hopping over the empty bed to sit down next to Christen and blatantly listen to Tobin try and get herself out of this mess.

 

“This is amazing Pressy, like what an amazing early Christmas gift.”

 

Christen chuckles but there’s something about the thought of Tobin going out on a date that has her stomach twisting and tightening up.

 

“I can’t Mom—no it’s not—“ Tobin’s pacing back and forth across the small section of open space and Christen watches as her eyes trace the patterns on the carpet. “Mom listen, it’s not that—“

 

“Put her on speaker Tobes.” Kelley whispers but she shuts up real quick when Tobin stops dead in her tracks to glare down at her from across the room.

 

“Ohhh Kel you’re in trouble.” Christen whispers and she doesn’t even feel the least bit sorry for her either.

 

“Mom I can’t —no I can’t, because...”

 

There’s a long pause and Christen knows Tobin is getting overwhelmed—she’s chewing into her bottom lip—and the crinkle forming between her eyebrows means she’s more than a little peeved too.

 

“I’m already dating someone!” Tobin blurts out without really thinking it through because her eyes go as wide as saucers when she fully realizes what just came out of her mouth.

 

“She’s dating someone?” Kelley’s looking at Christen with unblinking eyes like Christen has some kind of insight into this mess of a situation, but all Christen can do is shrug.

 

“It doesn’t matter who it is mom,” Tobin mutes the call quickly, “what the _fuck_ , help me!”

 

“Enlighten us on this mystery woman Tobes. Christen and I are dying to know.”

 

“There is no mystery woman and this is your fault Kelley. Fix it. Fix it. _Fix_ _it_ _now_!”

 

Kelley’s laughing wildly and Christen can’t help but feel a little bad at the sheer panic on Tobin’s face as her mother’s unrelenting questions barrel across the line.

 

“Christen!” Tobin almost shouts it and it startles Christen into looking up from rearranging the nail polishes.

 

“What?” Christen’s confused because Tobin’s looking at her—light brown eyes wide and unblinking —but she’s definitely not speaking to her.

 

“It’s Christen. I’m dating Christen.”

 

“Oh. My. God.” Kelley’s on her knees now, bouncing lightly beside Christen, not able to contain the glee that’s literally spilling out of every single part of her at this whole situation. “I swear to god this is the only thing I want for Christmas.”

 

“Mom she probably already has plans—“

 

Christen’s brows knit together as she watches Kelley typing furiously into her phone, “What are you doing?”

 

“Not important.” Kelley answers without looking up.

 

“Mexico? What are you—“

 

Tobin’s staring at Christen and it’s making Christen’s heart beat wildly in her chest because she just knows what Kelley’s doing, she just knows that Kelley is texting Tobin’s mom right now telling her how Christenactually is very free this Christmas because her parents are at their time share in Mexico. “No just, okay—I’ll ask and I’ll call you back. Love you too.”

 

“Tobin, dude, what the fuck did you just do?” Kelley manages to ask through a fit of laughter, Tobin just flops down onto the bed face first, arms stretched out in front of her. “It’s a good thing Pressy here is free for Christmas! “

 

Tobin lifts her head briefly leveling Kelley with a steely gaze, ”yeah I wonder how my mother found that out so quickly,” dropping her face immediately back down into the comforter.

 

Christen stays quiet because she can’t really focus on anything other than the way her heart is thumping against her rib cage like it’s trying to escape.

 

“I bet if you ask her nicely Tobin, there is nothing Christen would love more than to pretend to be your girlfriend over Christmas break to help keep your matchmaking mother off your back.”

 

Tobin perks up at this, lifting her head up and directing the softest puppy dog eyes at Christen that she’s ever seen; and _oh_ _boy_ is Christen a sucker for that look.

 

“Please.”

 

Oh yeah, Christen’s utterly fucked, “I’m yours till the 26th.”

 

             *************

 

Christen cannot believe she is going through with this; that they are going through with this but here she is walking through Newark airport, backpack on, hair up, and in desperate need of a real coffee.

 

She rounds the corner to the baggage carousel and that’s where she finds Tobin waiting, arms stretching across the back of a bench with her head tipped back against the wall and it always fills Christen with a certain type of jealousy with how comfortable Tobin always seems to be with her surroundings.

 

Christen had been slow getting off the plane, stopping at the bathroom as soon as they de boarded, so she can already see her bag circling around and around. She grabs it by the handle and pulls it off the carousel, huffing when the stupid wheel gets caught and makes it tumble a bit awkwardly to the ground, but she recovers and makes her way to Tobin.

 

“You’re gonna have to step up your girlfriend game Tobin, retrieving my own luggage and no coffee?” Christen’s right in front of Tobin now, arms crossed and eyebrow arched.

 

Tobin’s smile is so big and so bright and the force of her hug has Christen taking a few steps backward with Tobin’s arms still wrapped around her neck. Tobin plants a kiss on Christen’s cheek that has the spot her lips touched feeling warm.

 

“Sorry, here let me get that—“ Tobin detangles herself from Christen and grabs the suitcase from her, “coffee can be our first stop!”

 

“Perfect.”

 

They make their way to the parking garage and Christen waits patiently while Tobin grabs the ticket from her back pocket and pays, “not that you don’t look great, but Chris, please tell me you packed some clothes that are a bit, ummm, warmer?”

 

Christen looks down at her outfit —her typical plane ride attire— it’s a soft pink sweatshirt with matching sweatpants and her Nikes, “warmer?”

 

“It’s cold.”

 

Christen glares, eyes narrowing suspiciously, “how cold Tobin?”

 

“Just, I mean—“

 

“ _Tobin_?”

 

“It’s New Jersey Christen—“ Tobin throws her hands up in the air and Christen can tell she’s fighting back a smile and it’s definitely the smart thing to do right now, “and it’s December and—“

 

“I swear to god Tobin...”

 

“They’re calling for a snow storm—“ she rushes out the words like Christen won’t hear them if she says it as one big word, “but I mean weather people are wrong all the time, and we’ll suit you up just in case. I promise.”

 

“Suit me up?”

 

Tobin’s walking to the car now leaving Christen to trail behind her and quicken her stride to catch up.

 

“A snow suit Chris!” Tobin explains as she puts Christen’s suitcase into the trunk, walking to open Christen’s door so she can get in.

 

“Oh I won’t need that.” Christen gets situated while Tobin makes her way to the driver’s side sliding in and starting the car.

 

“Uhh yeah you will. You can’t likego sledding and build a snowman without one.”

 

Christen turns and smiles big at Tobin, “that’s true but I am one hundred percent not doing any of that stuff so I should be good.”

 

“That’s a joke right?”

 

Christen swears Tobin looks like she’s six years old and was just told she can’t play outside with her friends, “curling up by the fireplace is more my speed.”

 

Tobin shakes her head, a slow smile spreading across her face, “I guess it’s going to be my duty as an amazing girlfriend to change your mind.”

 

Christen laughs but it’s unsteady because Tobin casually referring to herself as her girlfriend has Christen feeling some sort of way, “coffee?”

 

“I’m on it.”

 

              ***********

 

It is cold; very cold, but Christen’s an optimistic person and she’s choosing to see the silver lining of at least there’s no snow... _yet_.

 

“Tobin hurry up! I’m turning into an ice cube as we speak.” Christen’s fingers are wrapping tightly around her hot coffee letting the heat seep into her fingers as she hops from foot to foot at the front door.

 

Tobin’s head peaks out from behind the trunk, “if you didn’t pack any warm clothes why is this thing so heavy?”

 

The front door swings open pulling Christen’s attention away from glaring down the driveway at Tobin and she’s met with a smiling Mrs. Heath.

 

“Christen darling come in you must be freezing—“ She’s ushering Christen in with a gentle hand on her back, “how was your flight?”

 

“Quiet and uneventful just how I like it. It’s really nice to see you again Mrs. Heath—“

 

“Please call me Cindy.”

 

Christen smiles and nods, “the house is beautiful and your decorations are lovely. Thank you so much for inviting me.”

 

“You’re welcome I’m glad you could make it on such short notice—“she nods her head towards the doorway where Tobin is struggling up the steps, “had someone not been so secretive about finally asking you out I could have given you a bit more notice.”

 

“ _Finally_?” Christen’s confused because — _finally_ —that implies things and it makes her heart race and the breath catch in her chest.

 

“Tobin can give you the grand tour later.” Christen’s question is glossed over and it’s probably a good thing anyways.

 

“If Tobin ever makes it up the stairs with this thing.” Tobin’s grumbling as she wheels the suitcase into the foyer as she closes the door.

 

“Chivalry’s not dead,” Christen just laughs when Tobin sticks out her tongue, “thank you.”

 

A timer dings somewhere in the kitchen, “oh the cookies are calling me. Tobin you help Christen get settled in, don’t forget dinner tonight when your father gets home.”

 

“Yep.”

 

“Sooo—“

 

“So?”

 

“My grand tour please, I cannot wait to see your childhood bedroom. Does it have posters? Trophies? No, no, don’t tell me I want to be surprised.” Christen comes up behind Tobin lifting the back of the suitcase up so they can try and navigate the stairs a little quicker.

 

Tobin stops outside a closed door, slowly turning to face Christen, “so the thing is—ummm—well,” Tobin’s scratching her neck looking anywhere but at Christen. “My mom thinks we’re dating—“

 

“Which is the whole point of this thing Tobin.”

 

“Yes. Exactly. Sooo—“ Tobin’s looking at Christen now and it feels like she’s trying to use telepathy to relay her message but it just isn’t working, “we’re sharing my room.”

 

“ _Oh_.” Christen nods in understanding because yeah that makes sense.

 

“I’ve only got one bed.” Tobin’s back to scratching the back of her neck trying to avoid eye contact.

 

Christen laughs, “most people do.”

 

“You cool with sharing? I mean if not I’ll take the floor no big deal.”

 

“Tobin I’m not gonna make you sleep on the floor,” Christen’s heart beat is picking up, tripping over itself at the thought of falling asleep next to Tobin, “we can share.”

 

Tobin lets out a sigh of relief, “cool.”

 

“You gonna let me in or?” Christen’s just dying to see Tobin’s room, wants that insight into her and who she was, also she’s got her fingers crossed for some awkward school age pictures.

 

Tobin swings open the door and the room is big, there’s a queen size bed, a big walk in closet, a desk in the corner, a few shelves lined with trophies and awards, and much to Christen’s glee a beautiful set up of photos against the wall which she goes to immediately.

 

It’s gorgeous and Christen instantly knows Tobin made it, all stained wood and glossy photos. She runs her finger along the edges as she takes in all the photos. Tobin’s in most of them and the ones she’s not in Christen knows are ones Tobin took herself.

 

“Did you even have an awkward stage?” Christen questions as she spins around to look at Tobin who’s just been watching her quietly from the bed this whole time.

 

“Nope. Born cool.”

 

It’s said with a shrug and a lopsided grin and it has Christen scowling cause all she can see is her little third grade self all frizzy hair and gangly limbs, “I’m sure your mom has photo albums and what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t ask her to show me?”

 

“She’d love nothing more I’m sure.”

 

“Excellent.”

 

Christen flops down onto the bed beside Tobin trying to stifle a yawn.

 

“Tired?”

 

“A little.”

 

“Take a nap.”

 

“But I just got here.”

 

“Exactly. It’s early. Take a nap, then you can shower, we’ll grab some lunch and do some shopping, get you a proper east coast jacket.”

 

Christen rolls her eyes but burrows her head farther into the pillow, “set an alarm.”

 

“It’s vacation Chris I feel like setting an alarm is breaking some kind of rule,” Tobin says with a serious look on her face, “plus I’ll wake you up.”

 

Christen shoots her an incredulous look, “Tobin I’ve seen you fall asleep in airports, and on buses, and sitting up.”

 

“Fine. Fine. Alarm set can you nap peacefully now?” Tobin says showing Christen the alarm on her phone.

 

“Thank you.”

 

                   *******

 

The mall is busy and despite Christen’s adamant protests she’s heading back to Tobin’s house with a ski jacket, snow pants, a warm pair of winter boots, gloves, and a toque.

 

“I’m not gonna need all this stuff Tobin.”

 

“Chris you’ll change your mind once it snows. It’s magical, you won’t be able to resist it.” Tobin’s eyes are sparkling and Christen actually hopes she’s right because you can never have too much magic in your life.

 

“That’s quite the haul ladies.” Tobin’s mother comments as they struggle their way through the door arms laden with bags.

 

“Christen’s a west coaster to the bone Mom, we had to start from scratch!” All Christen can do is shrug as Tobin leads the way upstairs.

 

“I can see that. Dinner’s in an hour, it’ll just be the four of us tonight.”

 

“Cool!” Tobin’s shouting it down the stairs so her mother can hear.

 

Christen’s stomach starts flipping at the thought of dinner cause this is really starting to feel like a meet the parents kind of situation, “Tobin?”

 

“Mhmmm” Tobin’s dropping all the bags down against the wall before she makes her way to the bed.

 

Christen follows suit and settles down across from Tobin, legs tucked underneath herself as she plays with the corner of a throw blanket, “so what’s our story?”

 

“Story?” Tobin looks utterly confused.

 

“How we started dating. When we started dating. You know, our story.”

 

“Shit! You’re right, they’re totally gonna grill us, and it’ll be even worse once my sisters get here. So what do you think?”

 

“I dunno.” Christen’s looking anywhere but at Tobin, because she definitely doesn’t want to jump down this rabbit hole of making them a timeline, of picking out moments from their time together where it would be believable that they wanted more.

 

“We can just keep it vague and somewhat recent, maybe like—ummm— oh like during our camp in October maybe. Not too long ago but long enough?”

 

Christen’s nodding her head trying not to think about every scenario where that could have been a reality.

 

“Cool, so we’ll just say that that’s the when and where. So I asked you out, you said yes, and because I’m such a charmer here we are.”

 

“You made the first move in our fake relationship?” Christen asks with a small smile.

 

“Oh yeah,” Tobin’s nodding her head, “it was super romantic. I mean I’d tell you but you were there.”

 

Christen gives her shoulder a shove, tipping Tobin over into the pile of pillows, “you’re such a dork.”

 

 

               ***********

 

Dinner goes smoothly and Christen’s super thankful that Tobin’s parents aren’t nearly as nosy as her own parents would be.

 

It’s late by the time they finish dessert, clean up, and all say goodnight.

 

Christen can feel the butterflies in her stomach as she climbs the stairs and she wonders how Tobin feels—she wonders if the thought of them sharing a bed together makes her heart beat a little faster too.

 

“Want the bathroom first?” Tobin asks while looking through the dresser drawers.

 

“Yeah, thanks.”

 

Christen scoops up her pjs and bathroom bag and makes her way to the washroom. She takes her time tying her hair up and changing into her sleep clothes—an old Stanford sweatshirt and cotton pants— washing her face and brushing her teeth slower than she’s ever done before just to give herself some extra time.

 

Tobin’s already in bed, legs under the covers and a book grasped in her hands when Christen walks into the room, quietly shutting the door behind her—she melts a little at the way Tobin’s glasses slide down the bridge of her nose forcing her to push them back into place.

 

“Seriously Chris?”

 

Christen’s stomach drops because she immediately thinks Tobin has caught her staring, always admiring from a distance, “hmmmm?”

 

“Are we gonna have to buy you all new pyjamas too? You know this is a UNC household.”

 

Christen rolls her eyes dramatically as she climbs into the bed, focusing every ounce of energy she has on not making any bodily contact with Tobin, “carolina blue is definitely not my color.”

 

“I don’t know Chris you look pretty good in any color I’ve ever seen you in plus isn’t it like a girlfriend rule or something that you steal and wear my sweatshirts.”

 

Christen laughs as she snuggles down against her pillow, “so you’ll wear my Stanford gear?”

 

“Yep, for sure, when we’re kickin’ it in Palos Verdes with your parents I’d go cardinal red for you.”

 

“Liar.”

 

“You’ll just have to invite me out and see.” Tobin sets her book onto the bedside table, removing her glasses and setting them down too as she reaches to turn off the lamp.

 

Christen’s holding her breath because they may not be touching, at all, but Christen can feel the heat radiating from Tobin’s body and she’s so glad the room’s been enveloped by darkness because the breath rushes out of her as she turns her head towards Tobin, “goodnight.”

 

“Christen?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Thanks. For this. For everything really.”

 

“You’re welcome Tobin,” Christen takes a deep breath, slow and steady, because she’s curious and the darkness makes it easy, “would it not have been easier to just go on the blind date?”

 

“Yes—“ Tobin says it on an exhale and something twists inside Christen because she’s not exactly sure what she wasexpecting Tobin to say, “it definitely would have been easier but it’s not what I wanted.”

 

“And what you did want was to fake date me?”

 

Tobin laughs, “ _something_ like that,” and the words settle in Christen like an ache. “Goodnight Chris.”

 

“Night Tobin.”

 

              ***********

 

Christen’s fears about sharing a bed with Tobin almost all involved waking up all tangled up in each other, or you know, like an embarrassing drool spot on the pillow but what none of them included was Tobin bouncing up and down perched precariously near Christen’s head chanting, “snow day! Snow day!”

 

“What the hell is a snow day?” Christen mumbles as she tries and fails to tug the covers up and over her head because Tobin is still currently bouncing on top of them.

 

“Oh my god Christen you’ve never had a snow day!”

 

“What time is it?” Christen has barely cracked her eyes open but it still seems to be pretty dark.

 

“Almost seven.”

 

Christen sighs deeply, “there’s no way that a snow day starts before seven a.m”

 

“Christen, Christen, Christen—“ Tobin’s shaking her head back and forth and it takes everything in Christen not to find it utterly adorable with the way Tobin’s blonde little baby hairs are wisping across her face, “that’s exactly when they start! You have to get up and get ready then pray as hard as you can to hear your school’s name on the list of closures.”

 

“That part doesn’t apply though.” Christen says fighting a smirk cause she’s awake now but wants to be a pain in Tobin’s ass.

 

“True. So now we get to do breakfast and since I’m no longer a danger to the kitchen when I use a stove—“

 

“Debatable—“ Tobin swats at Christen’s thigh at the remark, “ouch!”

 

“I’m gonna make you pancakes and coffee despite you being mean.”

 

“Thank you Tobin.” Christen’s smilingly sweetly as Tobin drags her outta bed and down to the kitchen.

 

Although Christen has some concerns Tobin is an excellent cook and they devour all the pancakes and decide to move into the living room to finish off their coffees.

 

“Toby, she’s out of your league.”

 

They both look up at the voice and see Tobin’s brother Jeff loitering by the front door decked out in his winter gear.

 

Christen watches as Tobin wraps her brother up in a big hug. She punches his shoulder for the remark as she walks back placing a big kiss on Christen’s cheek before settling back down, “I know.”

 

“What’d she do Christen, wait till after you took that knock to the head in the Canada game to ask you out?”

 

“ _Funny_.” Tobin deadpans.

 

“Actually, you know, the beginning of our relationship is like—“ Christen waves her hand around, “I dunno almost like I don’t even remember it happening,” she’s looking at Tobin with the straightest face but Tobin bursts out laughing and Christen can’t help but join in.

 

“I’m gonna go get the driveway done and head out, I’ll see you two at the party tomorrow.”

 

“Bye.”

 

“See ya then.”

 

“So what’s next for my very first snow day.” Christen watches as Tobin’s face breaks into the biggest smile.

 

“I thought you’d never ask! I’ve got our itinerary set.”

 

Christen chokes on her coffee, wheezing out a breath as she looks at Tobin, “our _what_ now?”

 

“Itinerary.”

 

“Tobin Heath I never thought I’d live to see the day that you set an itinerary.”

 

Tobin rolls her eyes and shoves herself up and off the couch, grabbing their coffee mugs to deposit in the sink, “Yeah they’re definitely not my thing but my girlfriend just loves them!”

 

Christen’s laughing as she follows Tobin up the stairs so they can get ready for the day, “so what’s next?”

 

“We’re gonna build a snowman!!”

 

                *********

 

Christen’s just barely got down the snow covered stairs of the deck when she’s hit square in the chest with a big snowball, “owww, my boob!”

 

Tobin’s laughing hard but she’s already bent down making another snowball to pelt at Christen, “I can kiss it better for you.”

 

Christen’s cheeks flush red at the remark but she doesn’t have too much time to dwell on it because another snowball smacks her in the thigh, “you’re dead Heath!”

 

But Christen’s slower than Tobin and knows she’s gonna lose so she decides to wave her metaphorical white flag, “teach me how to build a snowman?”

 

And Tobin does.

 

When the snowmen are finished—complete with carrot noses and stick arms—Christen poses between them with a big goofy smile that she just knows is crinkling her eyes as Tobin snaps a picture of it insisting, “we’ve gotta commemorate the moment it’s a big milestone!”

 

Next is lunch; grilled cheese and soup and Christen feels like a kid again but it’s so delicious.

 

The afternoon is meant for watching movies—Christmas themed—Home Alone which is Tobin’s pick and Mickey’s Christmas Carol which is Christen’s.

 

They’re sprawled out on the couch and neither one make it through even half of the first movie before they’re asleep.

 

It’s dark when they wake up and Christen panics, thinking it must already be after nine and they’ve wasted the whole evening but Tobin laughs, “it’s only 5:45 Chris we still have lots of time for dinner and our last activity for snow day.”

 

“Which is?”

 

“Frozen pizza?” Tobin’s got her head stuck in the freezer scrounging for something quick for them to eat.

 

Christen laughs, “I meant which activity but yeah I’m down for some frozen pizza.”

 

“Tobogganing.”

 

“It’s dark.”

 

“Exactly.”

 

Tobin hops up onto the counter to wait for the oven to preheat while Christen pulls a chair out at the table.

 

“It sounds dangerous.”

 

“It’s fun Chris, it’s just more—“

 

“ _Magical_?” Christen supplies with an arched brow and a mocking tone.

 

“I was gonna say better.”

 

“You were going to say it’s more _better_ at night?”

 

“Yep, but I mean I guess magical works too.” Tobin’s grinning like a fool and all Christen can do is roll her eyes.

 

               *********

 

It’s cold and Christen can see her breath; it’s puffing out in grey little clouds in front of her face, and she’s always been so convinced that this—the cold, the snow, winter weather in general really—is something she just isn’t cut out for.

 

But here—sitting a top the hill watching Tobin twirl around with her arms outstretched and tongue hanging out as she tries to catch the big fat snow flakes that are falling from the sky—just like this Christen thinks she definitely feels the magic.

 

Christen’s cheeks are red and the tip of her nose is cold but she just can’t get over how breathtakingly beautiful everything is.

 

The way the snow is clinging to the tree tops, weighing the branches down so they’re bowing under the weight and the twinkling colored lights decorating the roofs of the houses below.

 

Tobin flops down right beside Christen, snow pants swishing together as she stretches out her legs, “so?”

 

“It feels like we’re in a fairytale.” Christen whispers and her eyes are wide and she’s a little breathless and a lot of it has to do with all the tobogganing but some of it, _god_ , some of it is definitely from the way Tobin is looking at her right now.

 

And it scares Christen, makes her chest tighten because sometimes it doesn’t feel fake, and when Tobin looks at her like that with her lips parted and eyes dipping low Christen wishes it wasn’t so fake.

 

“You gonna kiss her or what lady cause you’re blocking the side with the jumps!?!”

 

The moment’s over and they both hop up dusting off their butts as they grab their sleds and head to the other side of the hill for one last run down before heading home.

 

Tobin’s chewing her bottom lip between her teeth and there’s an ache low in Christen’s belly and she just needs Tobin to know how perfect this day has been, “I—ummm, this was, the whole day has been. I just— it means a lot to me Tobin, So thank you.” Christen wraps her up in an awkward one armed hug because they’re so bulky and still grasping their sleds.

 

“Anytime Chris.”

 

 

                *******

 

The party’s in full swing and everyone is decked out in their ugliest Christmas sweaters—which aren’t all that ugly—Christen’s is black with Santa and his reindeers riding through the night sky and Tobin’s is a dark blue with red ribbon like she’s all wrapped up as a present.

 

Christen’s two glasses of champagne in and wedged between Tobin’s sisters on the couch listening to them retell every embarrassing story of Tobin they can remember and Christen’s truly living for this because she can vividly picture a young Tobin practicing her corner kicks in the living room during winter break and consequently breaking the window.

 

“Okay, okay, I think that’s enough—“ Tobin begins standing up off the floor where she had been sitting, “Christen and I need some refills.”

 

“We just want her to know what she’s gotten herself into.” Perry says with a wink.

 

Christen throws a smile over her shoulder as Tobin leads her to the kitchen by her hand, “she’s definitely a handful!”

 

Perry and Katie’s laughter follows them into the kitchen as Christen leans herself up against the door frame watching Tobin fill up their glasses with champagne.

 

“Having fun?” Tobin questions as she leans up against the other side of the frame with the two glasses, one in each hand.

 

“I am. You’re family is lovely. Very welcoming—“Christen leans in until her lips are brushing against the hair falling over Tobin’s ear, “and you’re not half bad yourself.”

 

“Mistletoe! Mistletoe!”

 

Christen and Tobin turn their heads up at the exact same time to see the tiny sprig dangling there from the doorway.

 

It’s almost comical the way their eyes slowly come down to meet each other’s and it feels like time slows down because Christen’s watching the way Tobin’s biting her lip, worrying it between her teeth because this—kissing each other—is not something they had discussed.

 

But everyone’s watching and they’re suppose to be dating so Christen leans in slow, hand wrapping behind Tobin’s neck, careful to avoid the champagne glasses between them.

 

She watches Tobin’s eyes flutter closed, all dark lashes resting against sharp cheek bones, before closing the distance.

 

It’s all consuming; thisfeeling of skin against her fingertips as they press into the back of Tobin’s neck and the way Tobin’s hair falls gingerly over her wrist, and it’s this delicate press of lips against each other afraid to push too far because this is already so much, and it’s soft in a way that has Christen melting on the inside.

So when Tobin pulls away Christen’s body instinctivelysways into her searching for more but Tobin’s pressing the champagne glass into her hand looking at her with dark eyes and a shaky smile, “food?”

 

Christen is mortified—wants to find the closest exit and run—but she manages a soft, “no thanks,” before she heads back over to the couch to sit with Tobin’s sisters, making herself the internal promise that if she has one more normal interaction she’s allowed to excuse herself upstairs.

 

A half hour later she’s upstairs, cross legged on Tobin’s bed, dialing Kelley’s number.

 

“What the hell am I doing!?!” Christen’s voice is a hushed whisper not even letting Kelley get in a hello. “I’ll tell you what I’m doing, I’m dying—of embarrassment.”

 

“Set the scene.”

 

Christen can hear Kelley’s smile and she hates it, “the scene is this: Christmas party, I’m two glasses of champagne deep. There’s mistletoe, Tobin, and me—“

 

“Loving it. Go on.”

 

“We kiss—“

 

“Oh nice.”

 

“Yeah it was and my stupid body thought so too cause when she went to pull away I most definitely was heading back in for seconds like I was hitting up some dessert buffet. Oh my gosh, and she pulled away and was like ‘food?’ Kelley this is not ideal, what do I do?”

 

“I don’t know!”

 

“Kel that’s not helpful—“ Christen lets out a huff of breath frustrated mostly with herself and her traitorous body.

 

“I mean you’re fake dating right? Why not enjoy it to the fullest with all the perks?” Kelley suggests her voice dripping with insinuation.

 

“I can’t even with you Kel!” Christen grumbles but it’s mostly because her mind is already wandering to all the perks and this was so definitely a mistake. Christen hears footsteps in the hallway and then the doorknob is turning, “bye Kel,” she doesn’t even wait for a response before ending the call.

 

“Hey.”

 

“Hi.”

 

Tobin steps into the room, closing the door behind her. She won’t meet Christen’s eyes and it’s killing Christen to think she’s ruined any part of what they’ve become to each other and she needs to fix it. Needs to apologize. Needs to explain.

 

“Tobin I’m sorry.” Christen pushes herself up to her knees so her feet are folded under her thighs.

 

“For what?”

 

“The kiss. I know we never discussed it but I thought it felt right in that moment and apparently I thought it felt really right—“ Christen chuckles weakly, “I just, I never, ever want to make you uncomfortable Tobin.”

 

“You didn’t.”

 

“But you, I mean—“ Christen’s watching as Tobin slowly makes her way to the edge of the bed.

 

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable Chris.”

 

“I didn’t?”

 

“No. You didn’t. I had to pull away—it was, like, I couldn’t—“ Tobin stops directly in front of Christen, so close Christen can smell the champagne on her breath. “I wanted more Chris.”

 

Christen can’t help the way her breath catches at the admission, “ _more_?”

 

“Yes. I wanted to—I wanted—“ Tobin’s looking down at her asking for some sort of permission with her wide brown eyes and Christen’s already nodding softly, “my hands in your hair.”

 

Christen’s head tips back automatically at the feel of Tobin’s fingers tangling in her unruly curls and pulling just the slightest bit.

 

Tobin’s leaning down now and Christen can feel the heat of her stare, the way Tobin’s eyes are focused on her lips.

 

“What I wanted was to push you up against that doorway and see if I could taste the champagne on your lips—“ Christen whimpers and she feels Tobin’s fingers tighten in her hair at the sound, “see if it tasted any better off your tongue.” Christen’s tongue darts out to run along her lower lip and Tobin’s eyes follow the whole movement. “I wanted—“

 

Christen can’t take it anymore surging forward until their lips are crashing together.

 

There’s no holding back now as Tobin’s tongue is sweeping across her bottom lip begging for entrance which Christen grants all too easily.

 

And god it feels so good. The slip slide of their tongues together. The strong thrum of Tobin’s pulse against the hand Christen can’t help but slide up her neck.

 

Christen has to break away to breathe but Tobin doesn’t stop, trails her lips then her tongue up and down the column of Christen’s throat and it has Christen keening against Tobin’s ear.

 

“Chris?” Tobin’s flicking her tongue against the lobe of Christen’s ear, “This doesn’t feel very fake anymore.”

 

“Yeah, I know.” It’s so breathless but it’s all Christen can manage and she thinks maybe they should talk about this a little more but Tobin’s pressing on her shoulders and Christen leans back into the pillows much too willingly.

 

It’s slow, the way Tobin slots their hips together, attaching her lips to the underside of Christen’s jaw as her head tips back into the pillows.

 

Christen’s fingers are scrabbling at Tobin’s back trying to pull her closer, pull her down until she can feel her weight a top herself, and she succeeds when her fingers find bare skin at Tobin’s hips where her sweater has ridden up and her touch alone has Tobin rolling her hips down and into Christen.

 

The moan that falls from Christen’s mouth is needy hitting hot against Tobin’s ear as she turns her head trying to connect their lips again.

 

She’s so close but she hears footsteps and a muffled voice, “Toby it’s Mario kart time!”

 

Tobin takes a deep breath as she rocks back sitting against the balls of her feet and Christen can feel her eyes roaming her face like a touch, and Christen just knows she’s taking in the damage she’s done—her tousled hair and swollen lips—because there’s a little smile pulling at the corners of Tobin’s lips.

 

“Wanna come watch me kick ass?”

 

Christen takes a few deep breaths, tries to steady her heart beat but its proving impossible while Tobin’s sitting there staring at her, running fingers through her hair trying to straighten it back out.

 

“Yeah,” Christen makes to tie her hair up but Tobin’s fingers wrap around her wrist effectively halting her from the action.

 

“You might wanna leave it down.” Tobin’s got her ‘ate the last bag of sour patch kids’ face on as she shrugs one shoulder up and down.

 

Christen shoots her with a questioning look, “because?”

 

“It looks nice—“ Tobin pauses, traces her fingers against the sensitive skin of Christen’s neck just below her jaw, “and you kinda mark up easy.”

 

“Tobin!” It’s reprimanding, kind of, because Christen’s leaning into Tobin’s touch as her fingers rub against the mark.

 

“My bad.”

 

                   *******

 

 

It’s Christmas Eve.

 

The first one in many, many, years that Christen has spent in the pew of a church.

 

It’s an old stone church—where Tobin spent all her Sundays growing up—small but lovely with its dark wood and beautifully colored stained glass windows.

 

Christen can’t help but to keep sneaking looks at Tobin through the service. There’s just something about her, something totally different than any version of Tobin she’s seen thus far and it makes her heart ache in such a nice way.

 

The choir is singing and it’s amazing and Christen’s always found something so haunting about it— the atmosphere combined with the lyrics maybe—it always gives her goosebumps.

 

“You okay?”

 

Christen smiles and it’s so soft because Tobin sharing this part of her life, sharing her faith with Christen, it’s a lot. “I am.”

 

“Cool. It’s almost over.”

 

Tobin tangles her fingers with Christen’s and smiles big as she gives her hand a squeeze and Christen’s heart stutters when Tobin doesn’t separate them and instead continues holding Christen’s hand through the rest of the service and as they make their way out to her car, only letting go because Christen insists she needs both hands to properly steer them home in the snow.

 

When they finally get home its hot coco time and they make it half way through A Charlie Brown Christmas before they’re both fast asleep curled up into each other.

 

                    *****

 

 

Christen always thought of herself as a morning person but there’s something about Tobin waking her up before the crack of dawn that has her grumbling.

 

“It’s Christmas morning Chris wake up!”

 

“It’s still dark Tobin.”

 

“But presents!”

 

This has Christen perking up a bit, slowly shuffling herself into a sitting position. She’s wiping the sleep from her eyes when she notices that Tobin’s got a present gripped in her hands already, “what’s that?”

 

“Uhhh your present—“ Tobin gets this sheepish look and it has Christen smiling at her, reaching her hands out, fingers grabbing for the beautifully wrapped gift, “I wanted us to exchange gifts, just the two of us.”

 

“Yours is over by my suitcase, go grab it.” Christen laughs as Tobin hops down off the bed and practically sprints there and back, landing on the bed present in hand. “Go ahead open it.”

 

Christen knows Tobin will love it, she listened to her talk about this spray painting thingy for like ever.

 

In true Tobin fashion she tears into the wrapping paper with little regard for anything, gasping when she sees what’s inside, “Are you kidding me?”

 

“Now you’re gonna have to make me those shin guards you hyped up!”

 

“I love it!—“ Tobin launches herself at Christen wrapping her up in a tight hug, “thank you Chris.”

 

“You’re welcome.”

 

“Your turn.” Tobin’s eyes are big and bright and watching Christen with a steady gaze.

 

Christen opens her gift slowly, meticulous in a way that she just knows is driving Tobin crazy.

 

“Oh my god Tobin?” Christen looks up from the gift into Tobin’s soft brown eyes.

 

“You like it?”

 

Tobin sounds hesitant, almost unsure, and it twists something inside Christen—that spot where she can feel her heart beating against her lungs—and it has her breath leaving her in a slow exhale, “ _oh_ _Tobin_.”

 

It’s a gorgeous glass frame, and Christen’s not sure if Tobin’s made it herself or ordered it from somewhere, but there’s all these beautiful pressed flowers lining the outer edges.

 

Christen’s fingers trace along the glass, following the pattern of the flowers. They’re all these muted oranges and pinks with these soft green stems.

 

There’s three pictures inside; the first one Tobin had taken of Christen standing between the snowmen they had built and her smile is goofy and her cheeks and nose are red but you can just tell exactly how happy she is.

 

The middle is a picture of them together and it’s from the night of the party—Perry had taken it—they’re smooshed up real close on the couch, champagnes in hand, decked out in their ugly sweaters. Christen’s laughing in the picture—remembers Perry had just told her how one Christmas Tobin had refused to smile for all photos cause she’d lost her front tooth—and Tobin’s not even looking at the camera, she’s staring at Christen, looking at her like she’s something special.

 

The last photo is one Christen took of Tobin. It was the night they went sledding. It’s a little bit blurry, but captures the moment perfectly because Tobin is mid twirl, tongue out, snowflakes cascading down around her.

 

“I love it Tobin. I absolutely adore it—“ Christen’s setting it down gently on the bed and wrapping her arms around Tobin’s neck, burying her face in next to her ear, “thank you so much.”

 

Christen wants to kiss her, press her lips against the smooth skin of her throat and not stop until all she can taste is Tobin but Tobin’s already pulling away, “you’re welcome Chris.”

 

“Tobin I think we need to talk.” Christen’s looking at her with pleading eyes because she’s not exactly sure how much longer she can hold all these feelings in, they seem to be slipping out between the cracks and scattering everywhere for Tobin to see.

 

“After dinner?” Christen nods agreeing immediately, “cool, so now it’s gifts with the fam.”

 

Christen’s heart lurches, “oh my god Tobin I didn’t get them anything!”

 

Tobin laughs at the sheer panic written all over Christen’s face, “yes you did, you got them thoughtful, lovely gifts, you just need to sign the cards.” Tobin’s tipping her head towards the closet.

 

Christen eyes the pile of presents sitting there as her heart returns to a normal rate, “have I ever told you you’re my favorite?”

 

“Yes.”

 

             **********

 

Presents and dinner go by in a blur and before Christen knows it Tobin’s family is heading out to her aunt’s place in New York in a flurry of hugs and ‘I love yous’, with Tobin promising to drive safely when she heads out tomorrow.

 

They’ve got the house to themselves and are staring down the last of their time together.

 

It hurts; fills Christen with this anxiety because they’ve only got a few hours and there’s so much that she needs to say and maybe she should have made a list because then she would know for sure that she said it all, laid it all out there for Tobin to see.

 

“You’re thinking too hard.” Tobin’s got an old soccer game on the television and the volume is low because she’s not really that invested.

 

“I miss you.” It seems silly but it’s true because Christen’s problem has always been being in the moment.

 

Tobin laughs softly, “I’m right here.”

 

Christen’s cheeks heat up, “I know, but still—“

 

Tobin grabs her hand and pulls her upstairs, “I’ve got a present for you.”

 

“We already exchanged gifts.”

 

They’re up the stairs now and in Tobin’s room, she pushes Christen down onto the bed while she grabs a hastily wrapped present from her closet floor.

 

“I know but this ones for your birthday since I’m gonna miss it.”

 

“You didn’t have to do that Tobin.”

 

Tobin smiles cheekily, “I know but you have to promise to wear it.”

 

“Of course I will!”

 

Tobin hands her the gift and Christen slowly flips it over, running her fingers under the folded flaps till the ends give away.

 

Christen can’t help the smile that breaks across her face when she sees what’s inside, it’s a Tarheels sweatshirt, that Carolina blue with the UNC logo scrawled across the chest in white with a number 98 etched on the arms.

 

“For real?” Christen’s got her eyebrow arched staring across the bed at Tobin.

 

“Now you can just wear this whenever you miss me.”

 

Christen’s smile wavers and her voice cracks a bit, “that’s something real girlfriends do Tobin.”

 

“Yeah.” Tobin’s voice trembles and her fingers pick at the hem of her shirt, twisting and untwisting, but her eyes never leave Christen.

 

The silence is heavy and it feels like it’s weighing Christen down and she can’t seem to find any words and Tobin’s biting into her lower lip as she slides off the bed to grab her bathroom stuff and pjs and Christen wants to stop her but she can’t make herself move.

 

It isn’t until Tobin closes the door that Christen can breathe again, try and regroup, because this is not how she wants things to end.

 

She takes ten slow deep breaths, in through her nose and out through her mouth, and she thinks about how she just wants to see Tobin smile again.

 

How more than anything she wants Tobin to know how she feels about her and for that she’s going to have to use her words.

 

She grabs her journal from her suitcase and furiously writes as many things as she can think of that she wants to tell Tobin, all in a list one after the other and it eases something inside of her seeing it all there in pen on paper. Makes it real in a way that the words floating around in her head never seem to.

 

Christen strips off her clothes and heads to her suitcase to put on her pjs but changes her mind half way and veers back to the bed pulling on the sweatshirt Tobin had given her.

 

It’s soft and smells like detergent and faintly of Tobin, it hits just about at her hip bones and her fingers dig into the cuffs pulling on the sleeves a little and it’s perfect.

 

The door swings open and Christen looks up and is met with a slack jawed Tobin, she’s just standing there staring eyes roaming up and down and it isn’t until Christen looks down that she realizes she hasn’t even put pants on and her cheeks flush a hot red.

 

Tobin’s not smiling but her eyes are dark and heavy lidded and Christen can see the way her chest is rising and falling with every breath and she thinks maybe she hasn’t screwed this up so bad after all but she grabs the paper from the bed clenching it between her fingers, “I made a list.”

 

“What?”

 

“A list about how I feel about you.”

 

“I don’t understand.”

 

“Your smile makes my heart tighten up in my chest but like in a good way. The kindness and gentleness you approach life with makes me want to be better. The talent you have Tobin, god, it’s just unreal—“ Christen’s looking down at her list, misses the way Tobin’s been slowly walking towards her this whole time, “the love you have for your family, for your friends, it’s something special.”

 

“Is this you saying you want to be my real girlfriend?”

 

Tobin’s right in front of her now and when Christen looks up she’s met with parted lips and a swift desire that hits her low in the belly.

 

“Not sure if you know this Tobin but I’ve been falling for you for a while.”

 

Tobin’s smile is slow and her hands are cupping Christen’s cheeks, “oh yeah?”

 

Christen nods, “I’ve always been kinda clumsy.”

 

Tobin’s lips are almost pressed up against hers, Christen can feel her breath against them, “can I kiss you now because you’re killing me in that sweatshirt Chris.”

 

“Please.”

 

It’s hot and needy the way Tobin is licking into her mouth, thumbs smoothing against the skin on her cheeks.

 

Christen nips at Tobin’s full bottom lip as she steers her towards the bed, pushing gently on her shoulders until she’s sitting down and Christen can settle herself a top Tobin’s lap, thighs straddling her waist.

 

Tobin’s fingers immediately dig into this skin just below the hem of the sweatshirt where it rises along Christen’s hip bones and it makes Christen gasp and push her hips down in search of any kind of pressure.

 

“ _Tobin_.” It’s gasped into Tobin’s mouth, a hot exhale of breath really, as Christen rests their foreheads together.

 

Her hips have started this slow rocking motion, up then down then back again, and the pressure of Tobin’s fingers dragging her along is driving her mad. It’s too much and not even close to enough.

 

“Please Tobin.”

 

Tobin’s biting down into her lower lip as her fingers dig tightly into Christen’s hips, “don’t stop,” she urges before trailing her fingers up and under the sweatshirt.

 

Her palms smooth up and over the notches of her rib cage until they reach the underside of Christen’s breasts, it’s slow the way Tobin swipes her thumbs across Christen’s already hardened nipples, and it makes Christen’s hips falter which in turn has Tobin stopping.

 

“Too much?”

 

Tobin’s sweet but Christen is looking down at her with hungry eyes, “ _god_ _no_.”

 

Tobin palms her breasts, squeezes one before trapping Christen’s nipples between her fingers and pinching, and it has Christen tilting her head back and moaning.

 

Christen’s watching now, the way she can see Tobin’s hands moving under the sweater but not see exactly what they’re doing is driving her crazy.

 

“Fuck Chris.” Tobin’s mouth forming around those words has Christen’s hips stuttering back to life with more purpose than before.

 

“Tobin I need—“

 

“Lay down.”

 

Christen does, head back against the pillow and legs falling open and the way that Tobin zeroes in on her center has Christen’s core clenching.

 

“You’re so wet Christen.” Tobin whispers it like it’s some kind of secret and it has Christen’s hips lifting up off the bed grinding against the air.

 

“I know Tobin, _please_ —touch me.”

 

Tobin settles on her knees between Christen’s parted thighs, eyes barely blinking as she drinks her in, finger slowly trailing up from the wet spot soaked into Christen’s underwear up and up and up until it glances over her clit and retreats.

 

Christen moans, it’s low and heavy and god she wants to feel that again.

 

Tobin does it again. And again. And again. Until Christen’s pretty sure that her underwear are completely ruined.

 

Tobin’s sliding them down her thighs though and tossing them to the floor and the way that she settles down onto her forearms has Christen clenching.

 

Tobin takes her time, tongue tasting every inch of Christen there is to taste and it has Christen writhing beneath her, not really sure how much more she can take.

 

“God you taste so good.”

 

“Oh fuck—“ Christen can feel herself tightening, needs Tobin to be inside of her, “inside Tobin, please, I need you to—“

 

Tobin’s already sliding one finger in and flicking at Christen’s clit with her tongue and that’s all it takes to have Christen falling.

 

Her chest is heaving as Tobin hovers above her, bracing herself up with her hands above Christen’s shoulders and Christen can see herself shining on Tobin’s lips and it has her surging up and licking all along Tobin’s lips groaning at the taste of herself there.

 

She’s got her hand down the front of Tobin’s joggers not wasting anymore time as her fingers circle her clit.

 

It’s not enough because Tobin’s sucking on her tongue and grinding her hips down hard until two of Christen’s fingers slide in to the knuckle, thumb bumping against Tobin’s clit with every thrust.

 

“Oh fuck—Chris, I’m so—I’m so close.”

 

Tobin’s voice is breathless and soft against Christen’s lips and her walls are tightening around Christen’s fingers and Christen bites a mark into Tobin’s shoulder and suddenly she’s there, tightening around Christen’s fingers and it’s everything.

 

Tobin rolls off Christen, flopping down beside her, chest rising and falling quickly. Christen thinks she looks beautiful like this, all rumpled with Christen’s teeth mark on her neck.

 

“You’re staring.”

 

“I know. You’re really something.”

 

Tobin’s eyes open slowly, head turning to meet Christen’s gaze, “you’re one to talk.”

 

Christen’s smile is shy, “can I ask you something?”

 

“Mhmmm”

 

“Is there any way you’d be interested in ringing in the new year in Palos Verdes with your girlfriend and the rest of the Press clan?”

 

“Will Gran Fran be there.”

 

Christen laughs, “obviously.”

 

“Then it’s a done deal.”

 

 

 

 

 

 


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